[Heißer Tag am See, No. 15]
Everything here is soft and southerly, and the sun shines with unaccustomed heat. Hovering about the mountains is the light haze that only the southern sun can create, making them distant and translucent. I seem to sense something akin to security: a blessing begins to spread its wings over life, and the human lot is not only struggle. Somewhere, in the mid-day glow, a woman’s voice sings across the lake. Beyond that, all is motionless. Only a tiny fish leaps at times with a gentle splash above the water. Is this perhaps the promised land? Is this perhaps the home I seek?
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